THE N W YORKER 159 the masts had much Increased the angle of the swing. Once the boats were launched, the wind tore the starboard catboat's sails, which were rotten, and, attempting to set in the rough water, we broke an oar in the heavy chop, at which Captain Cadie, his exasperation mounting, ordered us back to the ship. But we had seen turtles all arounJ, and Speedy and Brown, whom the Captain wished to train, insisted that we finish the set. Their willingness so tIckled the CaptaIn that he laughed ll afternoon; his Honduran greenhorns, he told the Caymanians at supper, made the best catboat crew he had. The wind did not slack off at twi- light but mounted al] during the night. Gale winds and a surly chop battered the ship, making such a noise that men talking together had to shout; the wind was no longer a stiff wind but sume- thing ominous. In this waste of shoals and reefs, where a dragging anchor could mean serious trouble, a man who felt no apprehensIon would be a fool, and CaptaIn Cadie was up most of the nIght checking the anchor and taking soundings. He and I talked for hours before dawn. Leewell, who could not sleep, either, joined us. He spoke of a time when Cadian, then captain of the J imson, had heen demasted and blown hy a hurricane all the way from Georgetown to Nicaragua. We talked awhile of the old ships and of the famous s c h 00 n e r regattas held at Georgetown just before the Second World War, which were won regular- ly by the Wilson. Captain Cadie said, "Yes, tnahn, de Lydia E. Wilson beat , em all. She were de las' one and de best. " I couldn't help asking the Captain why he had not left the Wilson's spars and sails intact, even if it meant run- ning her as a charter séhooner for tourists; m} tone suggested my own preference for this solution. Leewel1 grunted enigmatically in the dark, and after a moment Captain Cadie said, in a flat, tired voice, "Well, sh e ain't as fast with motors as she were sometimes un- der sail, but she don't have to beat into de wind." He disregarded the tourist trade as something irrelevant to a turtle hoat with a long tradition on the banks, and I began to see that he was right. The wind had mounted now past thirty knots-an estImate on Captain Cadie's part that seemed to me con- servative-and by daybreak the water was so rough that the Captain sent one catboat out to draw the nets, keep- ing the other at the ship in case of trouble. Despite my faith in Cayman seamanship, there was some question in Our patent began it all. KoratroJÎ introduced permanent press to the world 3 years ago. Certain people have tried to circun1vent our patent. They're still trying. They haven t found a better pern1anent press process yet. NeIther have we. And we re still trying, too. lIC. u.s. PAT. 2974432 KORATRON@ PERMANENT PRESS CLOTHES ARE MADE UNDER U.S. PATENT NO 2974432 ONLY BY MANUFAC- TURERS LICENSED BY KORATRON COMPANY, INC. SAN FRANCISCO NEW YORK, LOS ANGELES AND WORLDWIDE.